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Zarek's Point of View:
Dark-Hunter: A soulless guardian who stands between mankind and those who would see mankind destroyed. Yeah, right. The only part of that Code of Honor I got was eternity and solitude.
Insanity: A condition many say I suffer from after being alone for so long. But I don't suffer from my insanity—I enjoy every minute of it.
Trust: I can't trust anyone...not even myself. The only thing I trust in is my ability to do the wrong thing in any situation and to put a hurt on anyone who gets in my way.
Truth: I endured a lifetime as a Roman slave, and 900 years as an exiled Dark-Hunter. Now I'm tired of enduring. I want the truth about what happened the night I was exiled—I have nothing to lose and everything to gain.
Astrid (Greek, meaning star): An exceptional woman who can see straight to the truth. Brave and strong, she is a point of light in the darkness. She touches me and I tremble. She smiles and my cold heart shatters.
Zarek: They say even the most damned man can be forgiven. I never believed that until the night Astrid opened her door to me and made this feral beast want to be human again. Made me want to love and be loved. But how can an ex-slave whose soul is owned by a Greek goddess ever dream of touching, let alone holding, a fiery star?
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Dance with the Devil
spent a combined total of 13 weeks on
bestseller lists. It was the first book
to reach #1 at Waldenbooks and is
counted as one of the favorite of fans.
It peaked at #76 on the USA Today list.
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The original cover
for Dance with the Devil came from
an ad that Sherri designed for the
debut of Night Pleasures. The art
dept saw it and loved it so much,
they used it on the cover. To this
day, it's one of Sherri's favorite
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Factoid: Because of the out of
control nature of the hero, Sherri didn't
tell her editor what the book was about
before she handed it in.
Though Sherri has never been to Alaska, she
has several good friends who live there who
helped her with the scenes in the book.
Sherri herself adores cold weather and would
gladly live there if her husband could ever
learn to tolerate it.
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During a snow storm in New Jersey, Sherri's befriend
Janet got really bored with a G.I. Joe doll. Making him
Zarek, she did a whole series of pictures of what
Zarek's life would be like in Alaska. The above is
Sherri's favorite of the series that just exemplifies
Zarek's attitude.
Original US Cover
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Excerpt
Zarek looked up as he felt the air behind him
stir.
He paused as his gaze fell to Astrid and she took his breath away.
Unused to having people in a house with him, he wasn’t sure if he should
greet her or remain silent.
He opted on just watching her.
She was so feminine and beautiful as she approached. Kind of like
Sharon, only there was a sense of vulnerability about her that Sharon
lacked. Sharon possessed a smart mouth that could rival his own and her
years as a single parent had left her with a very hard edge to her. But
not Astrid. She held that gentle kind of softness that would cause some
people to take advantage or victimize her.
The thought sent an unexpected jolt of anger through him. Astrid came
forward into the room and was headed straight for the ottoman he’d moved
out of his way earlier.
His first thought to leave it and let her fall, he barely moved it out
of her way before she made contact with the dark green padded stool. She
missed the ottoman, but did, however, stumble into him which caused the
knife to slip.
Zarek hissed as the extremely sharp blade cut deeply into his hand.
"Zarek?"
He ignored her as he rushed into the kitchen to tend the throbbing wound
before he dripped blood all over her polished hardwood floors and
expensive rugs.
Cursing, he dropped the knife into the sink and turned the water on to
rinse it.
She followed him into the kitchen. "Zarek? Is something wrong?"
"No," he snapped, washing the blood from his hand. He grimaced as he saw
the depth of the injury. If he were human, he’d need stitches for it.
Astrid moved to stand beside him. "I smell blood. Are you hurt?"
Before he realized what she intended, she took his hand into hers. Her
touch was feather light as she gently touched his wound and yet the
sensation of her hand on his floored him. It felt as if someone had hit
him in the gut with a sledgehammer.
She was so close to him that all he had to do was lean forward and he
could kiss her.
Taste her neck.
Her blood...
No woman had ever tempted him like this.
For the first time in his life, he wanted to taste someone’s lips. To
hold her face in his hands and ravish her mouth with his tongue.
What would it feel like to be held....
What the hell was wrong with him?
He wasn’t the kind of man that anyone held, nor did he want it.
Not really.
He only wanted...
"This is deep," she said quietly, her voice enchanting him even more.
He looked down, but instead of his hand, all he could see was the deep
valley between her breasts that was bared by the v of her sweater. He
would only have to move his hand a few inches to sink it down between
the soft skin. To push her sweater aside a little bit until he could cup
her with his hand.
"What happened?" she asked.
Zarek blinked to dispel the image that caused his groin to ache and
throb as it demanded satisfaction. "Nothing."
"Is that the only word you know?" She grimaced at him as she held his
hand with hers and reached up to pull a bottle of peroxide out the
cabinet over the sink.
He hissed again as she poured the liquid over his cut. The coldness of
it stung as much as the disinfectant.
Still he was stunned by her actions, by the gentleness of her hand on
his.
She reached for the dish towel by the sink and wrapped it around his
hand. "Keep it elevated. I’ll call a doc—"
"No," he said harshly, interrupting her. "No, doctor."
"But you’re hurt."
"Believe me, this is nothing."
Astrid noted the catch in his voice as he said that. More than ever
before, she wished she could see him as he spoke. "Were you cut because
I bumped into you?"
He didn’t answer.
Astrid tried to reach out to him with her senses and found nothing. She
couldn’t tell if he was with her or if she were completely alone.
Her senses had never failed her before.
It was scary to have no ability to "feel" him.
"Zarek?"
"What?"
She actually jumped at the sound of his deep, accented voice so close to
her ear. "You didn’t answer my question."
"Yeah, so what? It’s not like you care how I got hurt anyway."
His voice faded as if he were moving away from her.
She heard Sasha growling in the hallway.
"Back at you," Zarek grumbled.
"You know," he said louder. "I hear dogs live longer when they’re
neutered. And they’re friendlier too."
She walked down the hallway to pat Sasha’s head.
Zarek ignored the wolf and woman as he went to the window and pulled the
curtains back. It was just after one a.m. and the blizzard was as fierce
as it had been earlier.
Damn. He was never going to get out of here. He only hoped the weather
broke long enough to allow him to make it back to his woods. No doubt
the Squires, Jess and Thanatos were waiting for him at his cabin, but he
had several more "safe" areas none of them would know about. Places
where he could get weapons and supplies.
But he had to be on his land to reach it.
"Zarek?"
He expelled an aggravated breath.
"What?" he snapped.
"Don’t use that tone with me," she said with a sharp note in her voice
that caused him to arch a brow at her audacity. "I like to know where
people are in my house. Be nice, or I’ll make you wear a cowbell."
He felt a strange urge to laugh. But laughter and he were strangers.
"I’d like to see you try it."
"Are you always this cranky or did you just wake up on the wrong side of
the bed?"
"This is it, baby, get used to it."
She came to stand right beside him and he had a feeling that she
purposefully kept doing that just to irk him. "And if I don’t want to
get used to it?"
He turned to face her. "Don’t push me, Princess."
"Oooo," she said in a less than impressed voice. "Next thing you’ll be
talking like the Incredible Hulk. ‘Don’t make me angry, you wouldn’t
like me when I’m angry’." She cast a haughty look at him. "You’re not
scary to me, Mr. Zarek. So you can just check the attitude at the door
and play nice while you’re here."
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